Only mountains and forests remained of Thousand Wood Temple now. While Wang Ping had been in secluded cultivation, the disciples and granddisciples under him had all moved away. That was only natural; no one liked staying in the same place as an old ancestor.
Liu Shuang and the others' dojos had long since become overgrown with weeds. Only the front hall, which enshrined the Ancient Sages of Thousand Wood Temple, remained clean, thanks to Hu Qianqian's upkeep.
After emerging from secluded cultivation, Wang Ping continued living in seclusion within Thousand Wood Temple, keeping a low profile. Whenever he had nothing to do, he controlled Puppets to clear away the excess weeds and Spirit Wood from the dojos of Liu Shuang, Shen Xiaozhu, and Xia Weny.
Once the various dojos had been cleaned, Wang Ping went to take a look at the small courtyard of his master, Daoist Yucheng.
In the second month after Wang Ping emerged from secluded cultivation, Yulian called back the Sanhua cat. The Sanhua cat brought Wang Ping quite a few interesting things from within the Taiyan Sect.
For many days thereafter, Wang Ping drank tea while listening to Yulian recount the interesting things told by the Sanhua cat. Hu Qianqian occasionally came to pay her respects.
In the blink of an eye, half a year passed. Near Spring Festival, the growth progress of the Wood Spirit within Wang Ping's body increased by one point, reaching (63/100). Over the previous fifty years, Wang Ping had gathered the Wood Spirit Origin while using the Wood Spirit within his body to absorb spiritual energy, yet its progress had increased by only a single point.
As Zhonghui City at the mountain foot grew livelier by the day, Wang Ping often took Yulian and the Sanhua cat out for a stroll